after work limbo

Not quite ready to come home, I often take time to forget about work, wandering the city, before walking home.  Tonight I bought a tiny telescope, tried on a couple of dresses I knew I wouldn't buy, and walked home the long way, past my favorite building.  It looks like the way I imagine the house in Great Expectations, and the street looks like a New York Avenue.  I listen to my best loved song of the moment, usually on repeat until I can't listen to it any longer.  I imagine and concoct scenarios and conversations that will never happen now because I have imagined them.  Sometimes I feel so happy that I squeal out loud and run few steps, but then I often land on my ankle the wrong way, and imagine breaking the bone so it sticks out of my skin.